詩(shī):
The New Colossus Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land；
Here at our sea-washed,sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch whose flame
Is imprisoned lightning,and her name
Mother of Exiles.From her beacon-hand
Glows world-wide welcome； her mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities .
"Keep ancient lands your storied pomp!" cries she with silent
lips.
"Give me your tired your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these,the homeless,tempest-tossed to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"
主要譯文:
歡迎你,
那些疲乏了的和貧困的,
擠在一起渴望自由呼吸的大眾,
那熙熙攘攘的被遺棄了的,
可憐的人們.
把這些無(wú)家可歸的
飽受顛沛的人們
一起交給我.
我高舉起自由的燈火!